You all should know that I have been waking up every morning at 6:20 a.m. to walk for an hour with a friend. I hate this. And love this. I hate it in the two minutes between 6:17 a.m. and 6:20 a.m. when I am awake, still in bed and wondering if there’s any way I can stand up my friend without being rude and embarrassed.
I love it every minute of the day after 6:35 a.m., once I’m underway and after I’m done. Something about early-morning daily exercise makes me feel so virtuous. I am a night person, a middle of the day person, but not at all a morning person. But I like being a morning exerciser, so I make choices.
While the rest of you are melting like an ice cream cone held by a two-year old, I am wearing jeans and a sweatshirt while I sit at the pool and watch the kids swim. It’s been 70 degrees here and a little overcast. (A morning marine layer scoots in from the ocean and it takes until noon before the sun burns it off.) I love this kind of weather, although I’d really like to spend more of these cloudy afternoons swinging in a hammock, reading.
And no, I have no hammock, nor do I ever read in the afternoon unless I’m at the pool and then it’s like this: read one sentence, “Mom, look at this!”, look, smile, nod, reread the same sentence, “No, that wasn’t it! Look at this!”, look, smile, give thumbs-up signal, scan page to figure out where I was, read the same sentence again. This is a very slow way to get through a novel.
My daughter has packed up ten stuffed animals, her CD player, headphones, a Petco Pet Member Card, a rubber band, a dolly, and–who knows?–a partridge in a pear tree because we’re going to visit friends for the weekend. She is very excited about this impending adventure, but the 14-year olds are mad because I “ruined” their weekend. “Thanks a lot, Mom!” (They had planned a sleepover tonight and were going to a sort-of birthday party on Saturday. “Can I just stay home?” one of them asked. “No!” I said. “Why?!” he said. “Because,” I said, “You’re not old enough, you’re not responsible, and because I said so.”) I bring joy and despair wherever I go.